Gabrielle watches the girl. Her olive skin is draped by dark hair, and a cigarette dangles lazily from her lips, the smoke drifting upward, forming a strange halo around her head.
"Can I help you?" the girl asks irritably, removing the cigarette and flicking ash to the ground in a gesture that shouldn't be graceful but somehow is.
Gabrielle opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. She closes it again and blushes, pulling her eyes away. Still, her gaze seems to flicker back to the girl.
The stranger laughs. "Why do you keep staring?"
"Sorry."
Another laugh. "So you can speak."
Gabrielle nods, her blush burning hotter than the ember of the other girl's cigarette.
"You're cute when you blush," the girl says, moving forward, dropping the cigarette to the ground and crushing it with the heel of her shoe. Her hand trails slowly over Gabrielle's shoulder and her neck, fingers caressing her cheek in feather-soft strokes. "I wonder what else you can do with those pretty lips, darling."
Gabrielle chokes slightly, taking a step back. "I don't even know your name," she protests quietly, stunned by how forward the girl is.
"Romilda," she says with a grin before pulling Gabrielle into a kiss.
And Gabrielle echoes back, "Romilda." and thinks that it's a beautiful name for a girl with a smoky halo.